The Unwanted Substitute: Watch Me Shine Now

Chapter 5

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was already out of the car, his face a thunderous mask. He had lef

iamonds. She gracefully linked her arm through his. "Wh

dator searching for his prey. Seraphina's fake smile t

aze swept the room and locked onto Zoe's b

ivan was bold, dangerous, and, to his utter fury, more captivating than he had ever seen her. The

perceptibly. She quickly pressed herself closer to Julian,

her feet in an instant, posit

ing with false sweetness. "It's so good to see

er Zoe's shoulder and landed squarely on Julian. Her eyes were eerily calm. There was

enched. That emptiness scar

a," Zoe sneered. "Unlike some people, A

enough," Ju

elling up. "Julian, don't blame her. It'

stinct, his arm

She walked around the table and stopped directly in front of Juli

ectly into his

lf. For the tea

partment," she said, her voice quiet but carrying the we

, and struck his core. The foundation o

turned to Ethan and Grant. "The air i

of pure triumph before

t and proud in that defiant red dress, and for the first time in

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Rafaela Kokkotou Romance

“When the anonymous photo arrived on our fourth anniversary, I found out my life as Julian Sterling's perfect fiancée was just a lie. The first thing he did when he got home was casually shatter my entire world. Julian stood in our penthouse, looking at me with absolute coldness. "Seraphina is back. She's the one I'll be marrying." He was going to throw me aside, claiming I was nothing more than a convenient substitute for the press and his powerful family. He watched me pack with a smirk, mocking my dependence on his wealth. He even made a bet with his billionaire friends, gambling a vintage Porsche that I would be back crying at his door within three days. For four years, I gave up my acting career and molded myself into his ideal, quiet companion, believing my daily devotion could melt his frozen heart. But my love was just a joke to him, a simple line item in an arrangement I had never seen. I didn't understand how he could be so casually cruel, or why my entire identity over these years had to be a meticulously crafted fraud. This time, I didn't shed a single tear or beg him to stay. I left behind every designer gown and black card, packed my old suitcase, and went straight to the clinic to burn the tattoo of his name off my skin. From now on, I am living for myself.”